Nnwom 75

1 Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, ɛfiri sɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwanwadeɛ kyerɛ.

To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. A Psalm. Of Asaph. A Song. To you, O God, we give praise, to you we give praise: and those who give honour to your name make clear your works of power.

2 Woka sɛ, “Me na mehyɛɛ ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mebu atɛntenenee.

When the right time has come, I will be the judge in righteousness.

3 Sɛ asase ne ɛso nnipa nyinaa woso a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

When the earth and all its people become feeble, I am the support of its pillars. (Selah)

4 Meka kyerɛ ahantanfoɔ sɛ, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nso sɛ, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

I say to the men of pride, Let your pride be gone: and to the sinners, Let not your horn be lifted up.

5 Mommma mo mmɛn so ntia ɔsoro; mommfa animtiabuo nkasa.’”

Let not your horn be lifted up: let no more words of pride come from your outstretched necks.

6 Obiara mmfiri apueeɛ anaa atɔeɛ anaa ɛserɛ no so a ɔbɛtumi ama obi so.

For honour does not come from the east, or from the west, or uplifting from the south;

7 Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na ɔbu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforɔ so.

But God is the judge, putting down one, and lifting up another.

8 Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsã bi a ɛtwa ahuro a wɔde nnuhwam afra ahyɛ no ma; ɔhwie, na asase so amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa nom ma ɛka aseɛ puo.

For in the hand of the Lord is a cup, and the wine is red; it is well mixed, overflowing from his hand: he will make all the sinners of the earth take of it, even to the last drop.

9 Me deɛ, mɛpae mu aka yei daa daa; mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama Yakob Onyankopɔn.

But I will ever be full of joy, making songs of praise to the God of Jacob.

10 Mɛbubu amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa mmɛn, nanso mɛma ateneneefoɔ ahoɔden foforɔ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔde sankuo na ɛtoɔ.

By him will all the horns of the sinners be cut off; but the horns of the upright will be lifted up.